The Sweetest Temptation

ick hard in a way that it had never. And the worst thing was she ran out of t

g waitress!

come and finish what she started because no oth

an on the internet. He knew it was almost impossible to find her with the little clues he had. He o

rustration clawed at his chest as he

He shouldn’t have sat on the couch and watched her in surprise as she ran

uldn’t. The thoughts of the mysterious woman clou

pulse under his trouser and he needed to relie

s going to go on with

his feet and plodde

someone to release a

secretary standing outside his

o knock sir.”

, then motioned at her

your meeting with—“ she s

t.” He sai

ut

ed himself with a ster

ead to the side, wondering why her boss would cancel

he boss she knew would never cancel

re on. He knew that if money is involved, some of the strippers would willingly

is going to make him forget about

d released his cock from it’s prison. He m

gnment, then went on he

or five minutes now and not a single str

king it with expertise, but he wasn’t feeling t

stration clawed at his chest and the

forcefully, causing the stripper to release h

do that?”

de and leapt to his feet. He tucked his cock back

out and a ward of cash. “Thanks for your servic

n wait to listen to whatever she was ranting about. His head was occupied with